After Eighteen Years of Decline, Someone Actually Loves Me?

There are branches of different shapes extending from the tree of destiny, and there is only one branch that can allow me to meet you. Su Yian sank into the shadow of the rainy night. At his most desperate moment, there was a hint of warm redemption in the cold. I would like to dedicate this book to the foolish emperor who died in youth. ——Qiong Xue accompanied by wine From the Tree of Destiny stretch countless branches of diverse forms— only one leads to our encounter. Su Yi'an lingered in the shadow of the rainy night. At the moment of his deepest despair, a glimmer of redemption pierced the cold. To the foolish emperor who died in his youth— This book is dedicated. By Qiong Xue Ban Jiu